Hi, all. This will be a somewhat sad, all human story. I hope you come to love it as much as I do, I've been working on it for a while & I have up to the first 6 chapters. Please enjoy and review! I own zero character's, besides the ones not in the twilight franchise and what not. :)
This character of Renemsee is supposed to act like this, so if you read anything that may offend you It in no means applys.

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Unbelievable Promises: Chapter 1

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What is love? Those who don't like it call it responsibility. Those who play with it call it a game. Those who don't have it call it a dream. Those who understand it call it destiny. And . . . well for me? I call it Jacob Black.

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The coy smile made it's way to my face as 'I Can Transform Ya' blared from my iPods ear buds, I stood in the misting rain; my eyes shut as I let my body begin moving with the beat of the song. I started with a C - walk and made the rest up on my own as I went. I mouthed the words as I danced, feeling free as I let loose and danced. The music disappeared when my ear buds were yanked out of my ears.

"Miss. Masen," an unfamiliar teacher hissed my name is distaste, I took my ear-buds back angrily and glared at her.

"What." I spat, shoving my iPod into the back pocket of my holey skinny jeans.

"You're missing class," she pointed out, giving me a chilly glare

I blew a piece of straight, bronze hair that fell from my pony tail out of my face. I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, "You mean skipping?"

She let out a loud sigh, "Mr. McCarthy would be disappointed, you were just in his office earlier."

I shrugged and picked up my shoulder bag, slinging it across my body. "Mr. McCarthy can fuck off," I left the teacher in the misting rain, walking slowly back to the front doors of Forks High School. My shoes squeaked and squished as I walked through the deserted hallways, the unruly yellow linoleum made my stomach twist.

I just hated this place.

I shuffled into the girls locker room, knowing that the bell was to ring in about a half hour, signaling my sixth period class; gym. I changed into shorts and a T shirt and left my Osiris's on. I dragged my feet as I walked into the gym to find it empty. I smiled and made my way to the center, I began where I was rudely stopped outside a few minuets ago, and let the movements of my body coat over my brain, forgetting where I was.

A single hand of applause brought me out of my dancing. My eyes flew open and met those of a boy I've never met before. His dark, onyx eyes stared curiously into mine, he was older - probably a senior. Explaining why I had never seen him before.

"That was good, why'd you stop?"

I swallowed hard, I found it hard to utter a single syllable to this gorgeous boy - no . . . man. His muscles looked like they were about to rip through his shirt, and his tall stature was intimidating compared to my five foot six.

My hands shook as I played with my pony tail. "You scared me."

He nodded his head, "Sorry."

I shrugged, "S'okay."

"I'm Jacob Black, by the way."

My breath caught in my throat, how had I not known who he was!

"Uh, hi." I muttered. I bit my lip, did I really just only say hi to him? Oh, my God, I'm such an idiot. "Renesmee." I forced out,

Just act cool, deep breaths - he probably doesn't even realize you're a stupid little sophomore.

He smirked, "You're that one that spray painted 'douche bag's' on the football players lockers in the locker room last year."

I choked, and covered it up with a cough.

Great, now he probably hates me. His locker was the first one I did. I laughed awkwardly, "Yeah . . . that was me."

He laughed and crossed his arms, his muscles pulsed; distracting me for a moment.

"Masen's sister?"

I nodded feebly, and kicked my feet on the waxed floor.

"Why aren't you in class?" I asked bluntly,

"Free period." he mumbled.

I licked my lips nodded.

"What about you?" he questioned after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Ditched,"

He chuckled, "So you really are the little punk everyone makes you out to be."

I narrowed my eyes, "Douche bag was a good name to chose." I muttered under my breath,

He laughed again, "You're a funny sophomore, easy to like."

I clenched my jaw and rolled my shoulders. What was he even still doing here?

"Not many people think that," I noted.

He snorted, "You're a skinny jean wearing, flashy make-uped scene kid, most people like staying away from you because you stand out. You don't blend." he shrugged, "You're different, so what? I like different. Why do you think I'm going to a college in Florida, it's different from Forks. Thus, I like different."

I furrowed my eyebrows at his spiel, what the hell was he trying to get at? A fucking motivation speech?

"I'm not scene, God - I hate it when people think I'm goth or scene or whatever the hell those freaks are." I muttered under my breath.

"I never said goth." he said with a casual smirk,

I narrowed my eyes, this guy really knew how to piss me off. I gave him the finger, "Oh look, my middle finger likes you. How sweet."

He laughed lightly, "You're just to funny, kid."

I snorted, "Kid? Bull! I've smoked more weed and drank more illegal shit then you'll ever in your lifetime. I obviously am not a kid," I huffed.

He glared, "No, you're just an ignorant punk. You think that's something to be proud of?"

I frowned, "Douche bag."

"You don't do well with criticism, huh?"

I shook my hair out, and smirked. "Not in the slightest."

"I bet that's why you're a dancer, huh?" he said,

I furrowed my brows, "What?"

He shrugged and walked over to me, "Dancers always get criticism, and it's what makes them push themselves harder. It's a touchy subject."

I blinked a few times, trying to figure out what he meant. "I'm not a tutu wearing ballerina. I don't cry when daddy doesn't get me a pony. That's so cliche." I laughed and rolled my eyes. "You're a very hypocritical person."

He shook his head, his black, cropped hair creating a dancing curtain in front of his eyes as he moved. "It's when we have the most to say, we can't even speak." He mumbled softly, I swallowed hard as I watched his large, russet hand move towards my face. His dark eyes fixated on my cheek, I looked at him closely for a second before his gaze met mine. He froze and dropped his hand, my brows furrowed even more as my confusing sunk deeper into my mind.

"What the fuck?" I muttered alloud. I slapped my hand over my mouth and gave him a paniced look. I didn't mean to say that out loud!

"Sorry, you had a eyelash on your cheek." he fumbled his hands in his pockets, "I didn't know . . . "

I quickly brushed my cheek off, and looked at my hand to see if there was an eyelash on my fingers. I wrinkled my nose to see that there was, indeed, an eyelash on my finger, and that I was freaking out for no reason because I thought Jacob Black was going to 'caress' my cheek like the men did in those cheesy movies. I snorted to myself, how could I have been so cliche?

"Jaaa - aaaaaake!" a high pitched voice shrieked, bringing me out of my inner turmoiled thoughts. I looked up; startled to see someone who I really could never stand.

Jessica.

I groaned, this girl was such a whore - I just wanted to punch her so hard that her STDs would fly off and hit someone else.

"Hey, Jess." Jake greeted her cheerfully, I gagged in response. Of course they would be friends, two of the most popular kids at school - even if she was a big whore, she was still the head cheerleader and the head of all those dumb fucking clubs she runs.

"Uh, who is this?" she questioned as she walked over to where we were standing. Her annoying bright pink heels clicking across the wood floor.

"Renesmee," Jacob answered, still acting entirely to cheerful to see her. I bit my bile back. "Masen." he added when he saw her confused face.

Disgusting.

She crackled in laughter, Jacob laughed with her lightly. His bright smile lighting up the entire room. "Edward's loser little sister?" she started laughing again,

I narrowed my eyes, "Bitch." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" she asked, all evidence of laughter dying right then and there.

"I have a song for you, you might know it." I said with a smirk. The bell rang shrilly ahead of us, but neither of us made a move.

"Oh, really. Let's hear it." she crossed her arms over her chest.

I smiled, the sound of the gymnasium doors opening and the shuffling of feet widened my smile. "Twinkle twinkle little bitch, close your legs it smells like fish. Twinkle twinkle little whore, close your legs it's not a door." I sang loudly, the shuffling stopped and a eruption of gasps echoed in the room.

Jessica's jaw clenched, for a fraction of a second and I freaked out - I just called a senior a whore, a very popular senior - I'm screwed.

No, I'm dead.

Edward is going to murder me.

But the sound of laughter from Jacob broke off my thoughts. He doubled over and laughed so hard I though he would pass out, I looked at him weird, then back to a fuming Jessica.

I licked my lips and decided to continue, might as well die proud.

"Hey, how many licks does if take to get to the center of all your boyfriends dicks?"

Jessica's mouth fell open, and Jacob laughed even harder.

"Roses are red; violets are blue, God made me pretty, what the hell happen to you?" her jaw fell even more slack. I heard footfalls of people gathering around us.

"It's a shame your vagina doesn't have the app 'clear history' like your iPhone." a few others started laughing around us, joining in with Jacob.

Jessica licked her lips and shoved Jacob away. He stumbled backwards and fell silent, his dark eyes darting between the two of us. He stood straight and took a step towards us, but Jessica gave him a glare - stopping him in his place. I looked at Jacob at the wrong time, because that's when Jessica tackled me to the wood floor and brought me out of my silence, she screamed curse words and angry slurs as she slapped and clawed. I grunted and punched her square in the face, knocking her off of me. She held her eye and stared up at me murderously. She lunged at me again and pulled my hair, I yanked her hair too, pulling out an extension.

"Ew!" I yelled as I threw it. She screeched and slapped me harder.

"Stupid, ugly bitch! You think you can say that to me!" she yelled as she scratched my cheek. I yelped in pain and pushed her off of me, and getting on top of her. I punched her twice and pulled another fake brown extension out of her hair.

She tried to claw at me as I punched her over and over again, her lip was busted and her eyes bruised. Her tiny nose even crooked. Strong arms pulled me off of her, I kicked in protest as I yelled curse words. I trashed around until we were outside in the hallways. I was slung over the strangers shoulder and carried out of the school, the deserted hallways filling up with my protesting shrieks.

"Let me the fuck go! You asshole! Who do you think you are!" the school's doors slammed shut and I was upright again, a fuming Edward glaring at me.

I fell silent immediately, if he was going to pull his calm-scary act I might pee my pants.

"What in the hell were you thinking." my brother growled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

My usually composed brother was furious, his angry pacing and muttering of a colorful vocabulary was completely evident of that.

"Jessica? Did you have to chose her of all people to get into a fight with? Mom and dad will be so mad, I can't believe you embarrassed me like this again! Jessica is Bella's best friend! Bella is going to be so upset with me!"

I sighed, and licked my lips before sitting down. I closed my eyes and shrugged.

My parents would be furious with me. I would probably get suspended again, maybe even expelled this time. Edward, my oh so amazing older brother would get shunned again because his fuck up little sister beat the shit out of his girlfriend's best friend. I held my face in my hands, I just needed permanent duct tape on my mouth. My spinning mind trailed over to Jacob Black.

"What's Jacob Black like, you're friends with him - right?" I looked up at Edward; hopeful.

Edward stopped moving and stared down at me incredulously, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Bella's pretty good friends with him, but I don't like him. He's always flirting with her, makes me mad . . . why?"

I shrugged, "I talked to him today, he's cool."

Edward snorted. "Great, you have a crush on him. Could you make things even more difficult for me? Renny - "

"Edward." I whined, "Don't call me that."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, but you know how much shit this is? I mean, you have a crush on my girlfriends flirty guy friend, and my girlfriends best friend and him have a thing - and that will just make her hate you even more, now Bella's going to be mad at me about Jessica and Jacob . . . "

I've never heard my brother curse so much in his life, he was frustrated.

"I don't have a c-crush." I mumbled, "He's a douche bag."

Edward laughed and sat down next to me, "Agreed."

"I'm sorry I messed things up for you again." I bit my lip and looked at him sideways, he's eyes were locked on something in the parking lot. I followed his gaze and grew white.

My parents.

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"I can assure you this will be the last time Renesmee will get a free card, there has been far to many already, Edward." Mr. McCarthy said to my father,

"Elizabeth and I will be sure to keep her out of trouble, isn't that right honey?" my father asked my mother, who shot me a look. I rolled my eyes and continued to ice my bruised and scratched cheek. The pain was really starting to set in.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, Renesmee will be good." she shot me a glare before composing herself.

"Alright, thank you for coming in." Mr. McCarthy was long time friends with my parents since high school, along with Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife, Esme. Mr. McCarthy had a daughter who was a freshman, Alice. She was always hyper and happy about something; which annoyed me to no end. Dr. Cullen's wife's younger sister was Alice's mother and Mr. McCarthy's wife. She was extraordinarily beautiful, painfully so. Dr. Cullen and Esme had one child, Jasper. He was a junior this year. I was named after Esme, in a way - my mother took her middle name, Renee and mixed it together with Esme and made Renesmee. It was a pain in the ass name, but it was pretty so I liked it.

My parents filed out of the room, I shuffled behind. My head hung low, waiting for the disappointed speech.

"Renesmee," my father started.

"Yes?" I squeaked as we left the school, a few lingering students casted glances my way. News had apparently traveled fast.

"We have to pay Jessica's medical fee's, did you know that?" I shook my head and kept my gaze low. It wasn't like money was the problem, my father was a very good lawyer - his paychecks were always large.

"You know what we were thinking," my mother started. "was that you could do something to pay us back for all the money."

My eyes widened as I looked up, "Like a job?"

My mother nodded, we reached the car and got in. I sat in the back, wringing my hands nervously.

"Yes, like a job." My father announced as he pulled out of the parking lot,

"Where?" I questioned, "Doing what?"

"We both know you like working on cars, so we are going to talk with Billy Black about you working in his car garage."

My jaw fell slack, "You're letting me do something I like . . . as a punishment?" I was confused, I thought they would make me work at Newtons or somewhere stupid like that.

"It seems we are," my mother said with a small smile. "but, this also puts you going to that dance school in Australia on hold."

I rested my head against the seat and closed my eyes, "How long?"

"Until you've finished being able to pay us back."

There was always a motive behind everything my parents did. What was this motive?